GFL – Page 0012
EXT. FOREST – DAY
Krunch, military pressing the maw of the dragon’s caved-in skull open, walks its lifeless tongue like it’s a red carpet and this is award night. The normally cocky Benny bends a knee to the little killer cow man.
You’ve failed again, Benn’Joon.
Sir! I know, sir. How did you find me, sir?
Richard sidles up to the tinytaur.
That’s an important story. You see-
Pardon me, but-
Who dares interrupt me?
I’m Richard. And there’s a full wind of Legion dragons on its way.
This is important. If I don’t tell the story now, I fear I will forget to get back t-
We really need to get to ground.
Who do you think you are?
Twang! Twang! Twang! Thut thut thut.
What is that?
Richard, Benny, and Krunch turn and see a dozen Legion soldiers pierced in the heart be Cale’s arrows. More soldiers scramble for cover as Cale nocks another arrow.
Take your time!
You keep embarrassing company, Benn’Jonn.
You’re right, of course, sir. But the ancient texts did say-
I don’t need to hear about your nonsense academics, child.
Now who’s interrupting.
Krunch’s shoulders tighten and he forms two three-fingered fists as he glowers at the undead redeemer.
I tire of your boldness, stranger.
Richard squares up to Krunch with balled fists of his own, towering over the two-foot hoofed warrior.
Oh, shoot, I’m out of room. There’s, like, 50% more content left for this page. Do I just cram it in, make an extra long page? That feels like a solution, but think of how that would look In collected editions down the road…
Original: LFG Page 12
First Grouping For Looks: GFL 001
Previous Grouping For Looks: GFL 011